No Ceilings

Killa City
Be the town
That I hail from
Fuckin wit me?
These bitches?
Not near one.
Sumn spiffy

These hoes ain't
A bread crumb
Pockets empty
Iont know.
I might just
Spare sumn

My waistline is fantastic
My ass is
Getting massive
My pockets
Getting fatter
And my credit score
Is matching

He said,
What's yo name?
I need to know
Cause you a
Problem
Where yo man?
Dude mad
Let you leave the
House without him?

I'm a Boss
Wanna spend
Some time with
The Empress
I cost.
Fresh cashmere socks
Ima knock 'em off

Oh
Baila conmigo
Say your prayers
Daddy
I'm about to
Take your soul

I ain't got no feelings
Pretty bitch
Yeah I do this
For a living
I ain't got no ceilings
Without no scars
How you make it out
The trenches

Tell that nigga
Get out his Feelings
We all getting money
It ain't shit for us to spend it
I'm in in vip chilling
We all got a bag
Bitch the whole team winning

Ohh they bad?
Them my bitches
You can keep the romance
I just want the riches

You In love with
Broke niggas
I could show you different.
Birkin bag match the
Richard Millie watch
It glisten

How she throwing shade on me?
Without a mention
I tried to show the world
That I was next
But they ain't listen

Ex nigga trippin
But ask me if
I miss em?
I just broke a nigga
For a bag real pimpin
I came to get the chicken
Ain't doing ass kissing

But why the top missing?
This shit look like Christmas
Tell bitches keep
They distance.
Ima keep my
Heel in hoes throats
Til I'm finished

I ain't got no feelings
Pretty bitch
Yeah I do this
For a living
I ain't got no ceilings
Without no scars
How you make it out
The trenches

Tell that nigga
Get out his Feelings
We all getting money
It ain't shit for us to spend it
I'm in in vip chilling
We all got a bag
Bitch the whole team winning



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Writer(s): Riche, Stormi Rose
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